The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 2

If me, being young, or that thing that he doesn’t deserve me, then fact those unacceptable reasons.

“Take me, Zero. Take me,” I whispered as I watched my reflection in his eyes. “You can have me—own me as I belong to you… forever,” I added as I cup his face, caressing it with my thumb. I saw how he closes his eyes and sighed.

I don’t know but it seems like he has a problem. And it affected the thing that we have. It’s impossible for Zero to stay calm—to stay like this. He was known to be a monster. So, what makes a monster looks weak like this?

I am sure he has a problem that he can’t tell the world. “I’m your girlfriend, right?” I asked and smiled at him. “Treat me like that then, if you don’t, then fuck me deep and hard like you always do,” I continued.

Zero parted his lips as his forehead creased. Slowly, his face went down and glanced at my lips. I pressed it and bite after, tempting him to savor it. And I know it will never fail to tease him because he suddenly claimed my lips.

It was gentle—his kisses were soft which make me feel hurt even more. Why all of a sudden? I’m still not used to this kind of treatment. It tore my heart into pieces. It seems like he’s making me feel that he loves me. His gentle touch never fails to make me feel that he cared for me—that all of a sudden, he fell in love too.

His hand travels into the side of my body as his other hand supports himself. His kisses went down to my cheek, leaving soft tiny kisses until they went down to my jaw… down to my neck. I looked up to make him comfortable.

There's nothing like a romantic moment. It is the finale of every great love story and an event that has fueled people for countless generations. It's also a beautiful illustration of behavior that is both normal and natural. We have an intrinsic need to connect through kissing, but the manner and emotion are determined by our society and lived feelings.

Near the ground, a kiss acts as the definitive barometer for a relationship. But I know, I shouldn’t think more than this. It might drive me to explore a stronger connection with someone exceptional or act as a caution to pull off when something just doesn't come naturally.

His kisses… packed with delicate nerve endings, even a gentle brush provides a stream of signals to my brain helping me to assess if I want him to continue and what could happen next.

His lips went to mine again and started to savor it passionately. Until he made a swift move, putting me on his top. I let go of the kiss and stared into his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and claimed my lips again, dragging his fingertips across the back of my neck, leaving a sensual and intimate feeling—and showing a gesture of affection. I know we’re attracted to each other but why does he have to be like this? Why do I feel like he’s also falling on me? Suddenly, his hand touches my bare thigh as the hem of my dress lifted. Now, I’m assuming… that he’s in love with me.

Zero held me into my waist as he gets up and leaned on the headboard. Now, I can feel his hardness, poking my center. Damn, I don’t wear cycling shorts.

He smiled at me while I sit on his lap. “Do you love to cuddle?” he asked which makes me frown.

“Yup. But the cuddle you want is different from how cuddle should be,” I replied and smiled.

Zero let out a soft chuckle which mesmerizes me. Damn, he was more handsome when he smiled, wholeheartedly. Whoever was his first love, she should be grateful that he had Zero. I knew Zero since I am six, Zero, eight? Oh, I forgot. But since I was a kid, when he was visiting my brother, he was sweet and caring. When he was in his last year in college, he started to be different. He’s not the same Zero that I used to know. He slowly turned into a monster.